FIND IT

Somewhere in your soul, the last bit of strength that will take you on home

Just find it

Somewhere in your heart, to put the past in the past and go back to the start

Selfish

Prideful

Come get an eyeful

An ugly dark stain on a once wonderful resumé

Leisurely strolls down the road of perdition

Leaves a man wishing for his old position

I know it's so empty but it's still so tempting

And if I ever lose sight come and get me

You gotta dig

She's a jewel in your crown

Don't trade a million dollar future for a nickel right now

Momma said leave a place better than you found it

And looking in your eyes, I realize how profound that is

Dig

Like there's no tomorrow

Dig like you living on time that's borrowed

Dig

Homie, it's in there somewhere

Dig like your life depends on it because it does!

And grand-mamma touched down, fresh from TX, a block from Ghost Town

Natural born rider, a Watts Riot survivor

Loved her four kids but them streets were a beast

And by God's grace alone three out of the four made it

Now the son of second-born is rocking microphones

It's so lovely, I wish it could hug me

It's dirty and it stinks, but its mine for the keeps

Cold piece of work, the son of a "9-to-5'er"

Civil rights and Vietnam War survivor

Told my Grand-papi that blacks were not human

But that didn't stop the movement

You gotta dig!

Find it!

The wind sings the songs

Of the dedicated few that wouldn't fall head long

Just find it

Watch me tighten my belt

When the prayers of this rapper is a desperate cry for help

I desire a higher outcome then weed get you

Forgive me if I dismiss you, its ain't to diss you

I am not a Rasta, don't let the dreads fool you

Though I take Jah serious, if it's cool let me school you, dig?

I can't say I'm not tired

Or felt a little envious of names on flyers

Empty handed and homesick, though I know my flow's sick

If ya'll only knew how cold this road gets, DIG

If I ever lose sight, come and get me

You gotta dig

I'm not the artist, I'm the canvas

Remind me of my own words though I can't stand it

Hold me accountable, call me on my laziness

Call me by my birth name, look me in the face and DIG

If I ever lose sight, come and get me

You gotta dig